The Sheep in Wolf's Clothing (Laugh-Along Lessons)
Helen Lester
Language: English
Pages: 32
ISBN: 054423300X
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Ewetopia is not comfortable in her own wool, and every attempt she makes to impress the other sheep falls flat. So when an invitation to the Woolyones' Costume Ball arives, Ewetopia knows her chance to shine has come at last. After trying on fifty-eight different costumes, she finally finds the perfect one--or so she thinks. But her wolf ensemble turns out to be none too popular with Rambunctious, Ramshackle, and Ramplestiltskin, so Ewetopia finds herself standing all alone again when a stranger enters the room. He is dressed simply as a sheep, but he is so handsome, none of the other sheep notice anything peculiar about his costume choice. Ewecalyptus, Ewetensil, and Heyeywe all look on as the newcomer chooses to dance with none other than Ewetopia. But as they dance across the floor, Ewetopia begins to wonder about her mysterious partner: Why is his growl so deep? Why does he have such long, sharp claws? And why does he keep calling her Mother?!!!
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creature, "I thought you were away on a lamb hunt." Lamb hunt? "Ah, Mother, Mother," the stranger growled in one ear. "I've missed your home cooking," he growled in the other ear. "Especially the ewe stew with ram ramen." Then he growled in both ears, "Let us grab a couple of fat woolyones, leave this silly ball, go home, and dine on sheep." Ewetopia sensed that something was wrong. Dine on sheep? What kind of a creep would dine on a sheep? For the first time Ewetopia noticed
her ex-partner's long, sharp claws and extremely hairy feet. And then it hit her. She had not been dancing with a sheep dressed as a sheep at all. Oh, no. She had been dancing with a real wolf. Big, bad, and mistaking her for his mother! This varmint posed a danger not only to her but to all those in the ballroom. What to do? No time for wooly-brained thoughts. Ewetopia paced in circles. Mother ... mother ... mother ... He thinks I'm his mother! Then she stood up as straight as she
could in her foolish costume, lowered her voice to a growl, and announced, "Sonny dearest, I have a surprise for you." "Surprise!" growled the wolf. He loved surprises and would have squealed with delight, but wolves aren't good at squealing. Ewetopia needed to stall for time, as she hadn't the foggiest idea what the surprise might be. So she tried to think of motherly things to say. "First, my son, before the surprise you must take a bath, clean your claws, and brush your fangs. " The
could in her foolish costume, lowered her voice to a growl, and announced, "Sonny dearest, I have a surprise for you." "Surprise!" growled the wolf. He loved surprises and would have squealed with delight, but wolves aren't good at squealing. Ewetopia needed to stall for time, as she hadn't the foggiest idea what the surprise might be. So she tried to think of motherly things to say. "First, my son, before the surprise you must take a bath, clean your claws, and brush your fangs. " The
wolf moaned, "Aw, Maaaaaaa." "After that you must do your homework. All of it." The wolf whined, "Mommmmmeeeeee." "Then, sonny boy, you must pick up your room." That did it. He threw himself onto the floor and into a full-blown, out-of-control tantrum. "I WON'T! I WON'T!" He kicked his feet. "YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!" He pounded his furry fists. "I DON'T HAVE TO, SO THERE SO THERE SO THERE!" So great was his tantrum that within less than a minute he was completely exhausted and
